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LITTLENESS..........1 Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
LIV'D...............2 Liv'd on -- and so did I. Ancyent Marinere IV I liv'd upon the mercy of the fields, Female Vagrant
LIVE................9 Will often live in one small cottage, Goody Blake That live as long as live he may, Goody Blake That live as long as live he may, Goody Blake But thou wilt live with me in love, Mad Mother We two will live in honesty. Mad Mother And there, my babe, we'll live for aye. Mad Mother And should he live a thousand years, Idiot Boy -- 'Tis Johnny! Johnny! as I live. Idiot Boy When I was well, I wished to live, Forsaken Indian
LIVED...............4 Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle. Foster-Mother He lived and died among the savage men. Foster-Mother Full five and twenty years he lived Simon Lee "And none had lived before you!" Expostulation
LIVERY-COAT.........1 A long blue livery-coat has he, Simon Lee
LIVES...............2 This Hermit good lives in that wood Ancyent Marinere VII Lives with him, near the waterfall, Simon Lee
LIVING..............8 Four times fifty living men, Ancyent Marinere III O happy living things! no tongue Ancyent Marinere IV But ere my living life return'd, Ancyent Marinere V For any living thing, hath faculties Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Our living Calendar: Lines near my House Some plainly living voices were, The Thorn In body, and become a living soul: Tintern Abbey And the round ocean, and the living air, Tintern Abbey
LOAD................2 Lay like a load on my weary eye, Ancyent Marinere IV When with her load she turned about, Goody Blake
LOATHSOME...........2 To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd, Female Vagrant They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot; Dungeon
LOCKS...............2 Her locks are yellow as gold: Ancyent Marinere III With thistle-beards, and such small locks of wool Foster-Mother
LOFTY...............4 And big with lofty views, he to the world Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Tintern Abbey With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Tintern Abbey Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, Tintern Abbey
LOITERER............1 Some other loiterer beguiling. Near Richmond
LOITERING...........1 We have been loitering long and pleasantly, Nightingale
LONELY..............8 Now like a lonely flute; Ancyent Marinere V Like one, that on a lonely road Ancyent Marinere VI So lonely 'twas, that God himself Ancyent Marinere VII -- Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands Yew-Tree near Esthwaite In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine, Female Vagrant He lengthens out his lonely shout, Idiot Boy But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Tintern Abbey Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, Tintern Abbey
LONG...............33 "By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere I "And thou art long and lank and brown Ancyent Marinere IV That had so long remain'd, Ancyent Marinere V How long in that same fit I lay, Ancyent Marinere V Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while Ancyent Marinere VII Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Nightingale We have been loitering long and pleasantly, Nightingale My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied; Female Vagrant There was a youth whom I had loved so long, Female Vagrant 'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes deferr'd, Female Vagrant And their long holiday that feared not grief, Female Vagrant The long, warm, lightsome summer-day, Goody Blake Now Harry he had long suspected Goody Blake That live as long as live he may, Goody Blake Which they shall long obey; Lines near my House A long blue livery-coat has he, Simon Lee At which the poor old man so long Simon Lee A long, long year before. Anecdote for Fathers A long, long year before. Anecdote for Fathers 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. The Thorn Halloo! halloo! a long halloo! Idiot Boy The town so long, the town so wide, Idiot Boy The owlets through the long blue night Idiot Boy 'Tis he whom you so long have lost, Idiot Boy Long Susan lay deep lost in thought, Idiot Boy The owls have hooted all night long, Idiot Boy "Where all this long night you have been, Idiot Boy Now Johnny all night long had heard Idiot Boy Through all the long green fields has spread, Tables Turned Long patience has such mild composure given, Old Man Travelling Of five long winters! and again I hear Tintern Abbey Though absent long, Tintern Abbey We stood together; And that I, so long Tintern Abbey
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